I am sitting in the office, reading at the computer. My husband at the other end of the house interrupted his watching of the golf match to shout, "What are you doing?" "Reading poetry on the computer," I responded. "Why?", he asked. I am thorougly amazed that we are so happily married to each other yet still such strangers. How can someone ask someone else why they read poetry? What kind of a question is that? I mean, if you have to ask that question, how can you be married to that other person? When I asked him how could he even ask me that he said that I was being "difficult."...sigh